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We ride a serpent across the sky eternally around the circle of time. Despite the lies you may have heard don't mind the devil he's a friend of mine. The flow of forever burning into my skull I caress the night sky teary- eyed. I can see how it's all so beautiful; What beauty it held as it all died. Bodies twisting spiritless kissing their bones pushing through as they sway in the mist coughing up their flu. In the end it came crashing down On top of Ouroboros I was crowned Dropped on this mountain top There's a party going on The world just stopped To party before the dawn |
i like how you mix religious images with cynical connotations of life... in most of your works...enjoying reading you... i like your sharp endings. they leave us pondering...sometimes poets use endings to punctuate with too strong a period..thus the statement made there is nothing more to think about...you don't do that. jacob | Posted on 2011-07-15 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |